The sound of static again, another male voice communicating with this man. The tiniest of smiles curved one side of her mouth. Jackass? Sounds like I'm not the only one who thinks so... Leah had an inward appreciation for people who could engage in a repartee while facing down zombies. However, these people, Mr. Slow Mind and his pals, had done nothing to earn her trust and therefore she quickly rearranged her face to show a blank expression. If, and only if, they proved themselves to be a worthy team, perhaps she would consider being a little more civil.
Yoga had always been essential for keeping Leah strong and limber, even more so since shedding the weight she'd gained when she was pregnant. Her diet had always been healthy, too, in spite of the end of the world. She'd been asked her weight before, in similar situations, and hadn't batted an eyelash. She wasn't always the slimmest among whatever group she was assigned to, but that wasn't what mattered. What mattered was finding the best person to complete a certain task.
Quite a few safehouses required every immune man and woman to be weighed on a regular basis. Leah never cared to ask why, though she did notice there was always one really thin person and one really large person on every mission she went on.
"One-twenty-four, and my name is Stone." Her gaze followed his hand from the rusted metal ladder to the highest window where the fire escape stopped. Leah wasn't bothered by the height, but by the stability of the fire escape. Sure, it looked fine from down here, but what about the upper levels?
Approaching the ladder, Leah rested her hands on the highest rungs she could reach. On a sturdier ladder, pulling her feet up to the bottom rungs wouldn't have been much of a problem. With this one, she didn't want to test its limits.
She glanced at the man. "Let's hope you're as good as your word. Give me a boost, jackass," she said, calling him by the only name that had been given.